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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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When Hermione awoke to a comforting arm draped around her waist she forgot where she was. She snuggled into the warm embrace, nestling her face into the crook of his arm.

Wait, who was he? Reality crashed down on her and she froze for a moment, wanting to leap out of bed but not wanting to wake the man in bed beside her.

She slowly turned her head to the peaceful sleeping face of Draco Malfoy. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, head swimming at his beauty. When his silver eyes opened, his gaze was soft for a moment.

It was as if a warm blanket has enveloped them both, but then as soon as it had started, the moment was gone. They remembered themselves, their situation, their history, and their hopeless future.

Hermione was the first to pull away, blushing and embarrassed. She sat up with her back facing him.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, “for taking care of me.”

Draco grunted and rubbed his eyes, rolling out of bed. He needed to get away from her. Those big sad honey coloured eyes. They tugged at his heart in a way he wasn't sure he liked.

He swept from the room, striding quickly and purposefully through the maze of hallways of the Manor. He gently entered his mother’s suite to find her sleeping on the couch, pale arm draped over her peaceful face.

He knelt in front of her and softly took her hand, taking comfort in the fact that she was warm and alive.

Lucius glanced in at his son and wife, a cruel smile playing his lips.

***

Draco swept from the room, and Hermione sighed heavily. She wasn't sure what was going on between them, but she wasn't so naive that she thought it was natural. Stockholm Syndrome? He was a Death Eater. Her Death Eater captor.

But he was a spy for the Order. And he did care about someone other than himself; his mother. Was it possible he cared for Hermione too? He'd clearly felt guilty about the things he'd had to do to her, and had protected her as much as he could.

So, attachment borne from guilt? From their close proximity in this horrible situation? It wasn't healthy, by any means. But it was there. And she didn't know what to do with it.

The door opened and she turned, not sure what to say to him.

But it wasn't Draco that entered.

It was his father.

Hermione’s blood ran cold. She was sure she wouldn't like whatever Lucius’ intentions were.

He simply smiled at her, and stepped aside to allow two young wizards to enter. She was even more frightened at the sadistic faces of Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

Without a word, Lucius left the room and closed the door.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.

“Malfoy’s mudblood.” Crabbe sneered.

She bolted towards the bathroom, knowing there was no escape there but overwhelmed with fear. They caught her easily before she even crossed the threshold and carried her back to the bed.

She screamed and kicked and thrashed and they just laughed.

“You know,” Goyle grunted as he held her wrists behind her back, “Malfoy used to share everything with us.”

“Until now.” Crabbe commented, and tore her thin top open, baring her breasts. “We’re offended.” He tore the panties from her and she kicked at him, roaring incoherently.

“You must be quite the shag if he's keeping you all to himself.” Goyle cast a binding charm on her wrists and pulled her back against him, groping her tits roughly.

Crabbe pinned her legs apart and cast a mocking scourgify on her, causing his comrade to chuckle.

***

Draco considered waking Narcissa, but decided against it. He stood, and a sinking feeling overtook him. He furrowed his brow, and reached out with his magic to touch his wards. He hadn't felt anyone trying to cross them.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized there were no wards to touch. They'd been dismantled.

He took off at a run, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he practically flew across the Manor. When he skidded around the corner towards his room, he barely managed to throw up a protego before his father’s petrificus totalus reached him.

Hermione’s wails were audible from where they stood and Draco boiled with rage.

“What the fuck did you do?!” He roared, and Lucius just laughed. His son threw a sectumsempra at him and he deflected it with a hint of surprise.

“Attacking your own father over a mudblood?” He tsked and shook his head. “I had a feeling you'd gotten to attached to the whore. Are you a traitor, too?”

He sent an incendio and Draco blocked. Hermione's screams turned to sobs. He had to get in there.

“Wait until the Dark Lord sees this, son.” Lucius sneered. “You won't be the favourite anymore.”

“Reducto!”

Lucius wordlessly blocked the curse and laughed again. “I wonder if he’ll let me torture your whore in front of you.”

“Avada Kedavra!” Draco screamed, and Lucius’ surprise allowed the curse to catch him straight in the chest.

He fell as if in slow motion, eyes glazed but still wide with shock. Draco’s blood thundered in his ears as realization sunk in, and he nearly dropped his wand.

Hermione shrieked anew and he shoved his feelings aside, jumping over his father and crashing through his bedroom door.

At the sight of Crabbe and Goyle thrusting into his screaming witch he went nearly blind with rage.

She saw his eyes glaze over and felt both men freeze.

“M-Malfoy-” Crabbe choked out.

Goyle scoffed. “She's just a-” Draco’s roar cut him off and Hermione scrambled away, stumbling as she leapt from the bed. She curled behind him, clutching his robes in her fists, hiding her body in their soft depths.

Crabbe flicked his wand and Draco reacted, screaming two curses so quickly the green bolts were almost simultaneous.

Hermione burst into fresh tears, overwhelmed with more emotions than she knew how to deal with. Draco whipped around and wrapped himself around her, completely sheltering her body with his as she sobbed into his chest.

Relief, fear, guilt.

Snape found them surrounded by death.

And then the wall exploded.
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